Faafaite

Faafaite

by Kavika Knight
In August of 2012 our va'a, Faafaite, having just arrived in Auckland, New Zealand, had the privilege of sailing for a short period of time with the waka Te Aurere and Ngahiraka mai Tawhiti as they begun their incredible journey across the Pacific ocean to the...

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It was a strong day to come home. Big cumulo-nimbus and majestic squall rolled across the coast around us dropping showers in columns. The late afternoon sun slanted beneath the cloud silhouetting the hills and cliffs and casting rainbows on the islands.
A small flock of shearwaters, brown and white, dipped...

An earlier reflection from sea...
We’re flying. Buffeted by the wind and bashed a bit by the sea, but flying. With a solid 25knots on the beam our little canoe is smoking towards home at about 10 knots. The skies are clear, the stars bright and the Southern Cross is pointing...

We’ve been asked to write about what the voyage has meant to us; too much to tell in this short space, but very simply it’s been life changing. This voyage that honours the Ancestors of the Pacific People has demanded that we step up with integrity and respect, with pride...

19 July, 2012
A butterfly fluttered by fluffy white clouds piling up in mountains behind it. Dozens of small birds flitted in circles way up high and fruit bats lumbered around near the shore with heavy wing beats and branch shaking landings. The crew were spread out along the reef walking,...

Old ladies in big flowery dresses and faces carrying the character of a lifetime smile and chat with interest, little kids with shy grins and eyes wide giggle at the strangers and run around the deck.
The broad quiet river of Hienghene has been our home for the...

14 July, 2012
Welcome Home?
Lightening crackled like a demented spider web arcing outward from a single point high up in the dark cloudbank. As we rounded the corner of Guadalcanal heading south the wind and seas mounted. Heavy rain pelted down thru the night drenching everything and everyone, the canoe pounded...

July 12, 2012
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“Our earth is wounded. Her oceans and lakes are sick; her rivers are like running sores; the air is filled with subtle poisons. And the oily smoke of countless hellish fires blackens the sun. Men and women, scattered from homeland, family, friends, wander desolate and uncertain, scorched by a toxic...